The cultivation journey at Nian Quan was anything but smooth.
In the principal's office, the young cultivator sat face to face with Principal He Yongzhi of the Third Middle School.
"Speak," Principal He said, his gaze fixed on the documents in his hand, his tone cold, "how do you plan to compensate for Hong Li's losses?"
"I will not compensate," Nian Quan replied, utterly unafraid, even indifferently, "We were in a public arena fight that was fair and just, supervised by Xuanye City's official teachers, and it was Hong Li who launched a lethal attack on me. All my actions were based on self-defense and equal combat."
"Moreover, just having an arm severed by a sharp weapon, I believe for the school doctor, that's merely a minor injury."
"Well spoken. But injuries caused by sword intent are not so easy to heal and did take some effort," the principal nodded slightly, "It seems you are smarter than I thought, using such a false threat to scare you is meaningless."